Story Behind The Song

The narration was sent to me from England many years ago... I have often included it inside a special card and friends often commented on how they had found it so comforting.I can't remember how the poem by Mary Frye came to me but both of these were so perfect for this very special "GOING HOME" album

Song Description

This beautiful poem and narration have often been spoken at memorial services, and now even more meaningful put to music...

Lyrics

DO NOT STAND AT MY GRAVE AND WEEP
(poem by Mary Frye)

Chorus
Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there, I do not sleep
Do not stand at my grave and cry
I am not there, I did not die

Verse 1
I am a thousand winds that blow
I am the diamond glints on snow,
I am the sun on ripened grain
I am the gentle autumn rain

Chorus
Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there, I do not sleep
Do not stand at my grave and cry
I am not there, I did not die

Verse 2
And when you wake in the morning's hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight
I am the stars that shine at night

Chorus

Narration:
Death is nothing at all... I have only slipped into the next room. I am I and you are you... whatever we were to each other, we are still. Call me by my old familiar name; speak to me in the easy way which we always used. Put no difference in your tone; wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow. Laugh as we always laughed at little jokes together. Play, smile, think of me, pray for me. Let my name be ever in the household word that it always was. Let it be spoken without an effort, without a trace of shadow in it. Life means all that it ever meant... it is the same as it ever was. There is absolute unbroken continuity. Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight? I am but waiting for you, for an interval, somewhere very near, just around the corner.

Narration by Henry Scott Holland, Canon
St. Paul's Cathedral, England, 1847-1918